Volume 1, Chapter 47: Song Huaichuan Was Dumbfounded

Outside the courtyard gate, the two stood facing each other.
A breeze rose, stirring the hair across Shen Zhiyi's forehead and the hem of her dress.
"Sister, what are you standing there for? Why don't you come inside already!"
"Oh, coming right now!"
Shen Zhiyi turned back with a crisp, bright response, then shifted her gaze back to Song Huaichuan.
Her eyes, which usually always held a smile, wore a rare trace of solemnity.
Without further ado, she directly pulled out her phone and dialed Murong Shanshan, telling her that she had already arrived at the school gate, but the security guard wouldn't let her in, and Murong Shanshan told her to wait a moment.
"It's not me, it's not me, I haven't betrayed the Golden Eagle Clan! Big brother, big brother, you've got the wrong bird, it definitely wasn't me!" The golden eagle's trembling wings clutched its head, looking utterly terrified.
Inside the patriarch's house, Zhao Yan stood by the window, quietly deep in thought, while Kopis waited quietly behind him.
With a chuckle, the two looked at each other and smiled. Such a situation really felt somewhat ironic and absurd.
In other words, if Yalu possessed such a Fire-Repelling Bead, no matter what kind of fire-attribute spiritual techniques Sanbao used, they would only operate at less than half their effect. If Sanbao were merely a fire-attribute spiritual cultivator, facing Yalu with the Fire-Repelling Bead would undoubtedly mean certain death.
Only then did Eunuch Zheng truly set his mind at ease. For how many days had it been—this was finally the first time he had smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Speechlessly shutting down the communicator and finishing off this monster as well, he finally had to face Princess Misha, who had been tormented by the plague for three years. He just wondered if she was still surviving in this kind of environment.
The morning martial arts practice was already over, and at this time, many people were beginning to gather at the Outer Sect station. Most of them were lone wanderers or sons of wealthy merchant families; after all, the various sects were prominent and influential figures. To ask them to betray their own master's sect and convert to the Cult of Light—even if they agreed, their masters would certainly purge their sects of the traitors.
Zhao Yan was slightly stunned, suddenly at a loss for what to say. This fellow actually idolized that stubborn old codger.
Empress Gui took it and took a look at the title, her face immediately filled with excitement and pleasant surprise. By the time she finished reading, she was smiling from ear to ear.
This was a slightly tactful way of putting it. Transformed lightning generally only appeared during the heavenly tribulation of the fifth calamity of the primordial embryo, but this Thunder Marsh Wasteland was an exception.
Seeing that the time on his phone matched the predicted time on the mobile network page down to the exact second, Wang Chong could not help but feel a sense of emotion—Hangzhou's public transportation network was truly welcoming a new transformation.
Feeling a surge of helplessness, I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of red wine and six bottles of beer. When I got back, Maomao had already taken off her coat. Underneath she had been wearing a camisole under a jacket, and now that the jacket was off, only the camisole remained.
Disregarding the time-accelerated periods, roughly ten billion years had passed. After creating secret techniques at the level of Holy City Masters in the Dao of Illusions, the Dao of Swords, and the Dao of Claws, Zhou Zheng subsequently delved into the seven major paths of Wind, Lightning, Light, Darkness, Water, Fire, and Gold, successfully creating secret techniques at the Holy City Master level for all of them.
"He asked me why I attacked other transcendents. It seems what I've been doing has been exposed. The other transcendents will be on guard as long as they aren't fools; it looks like it will be very hard to successfully launch a sneak attack again!" Zhou Zheng pondered to himself.
In this way, the reason why Guna Zhi of the Qinghe Wu clan had a friendly relationship with the village chief of the Suiren Village could be explained.
I knew his temper; he would definitely choose to withdraw, and he was unwilling to be used as a blunt instrument by Zuo Zhu either, only doing so out of helpless compulsion. If my guess was correct, the reason Scarhead Kuo listened to Zuo Zhu was because the Swordsman had been killed by Scarhead Kuo himself, and Zuo Zhu was simply using that leverage to pressure him.
"I shall go immediately to find Hall Master Du and the others." A sword shadow suddenly flashed across Yin Fengyou's head, and in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.